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empreinte. 

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derni^re  image  de  cheque  microfiche,  selon  le 
cas:  le  symbole  — ^  signifie  "A  SUIVRE",  le 
symbole  V  signifie  "FIN". 


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III  ROVING  SONGS 

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Let  A\ese  m^  songs  bring  back  (he  olden  age, 
<TKe  kings  and  sKattered  gods ,  <be  jojJs  fKat  smiled , 
The  ■»Jiser  men  'rfho  jeered  me  for  a  cKild  — 
TKe  laughing  njJmphs  vjbo  jeered  me  for  a  sage. 


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Herein     are     found 
di-Oers     songs     &     -Oersei 
vJritten     at     home 


THE    LONE    PINE 


Dav7n    on    the   mist;     above     the     trees 

A    lonel^^    pine    uprears 
His  gKost-Kung  branches  to  the  breeze. 

Scarred    wi4i    the   olden    years. 

Tne  mist  writhes  upward,  tit  the  spell 
Of   some    far-hidden    bird; 

But    clearer   grows    the   sentinel 

His    brethren    dim    and    blurred. 

So    stand,    mS    soul,    amid    thj)    fears 
High    over   wind    and    wrai^; 

Across    the   darkling    drift   of  years 
A    sentinel    to    faitfi! 

Walloon  Lake 


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THE    LAST    PAPOOSE 


^TKine  is  tKe  grief  of  all  the  drifted  doom 

'TKat  dashed   thj)  people  on  Misfortune's  reef; 

Fate   Nwove    in    warp    of   umber    on    her    loom    — 
niiine    is    the    grief. 

Race  after  race  appears,  holds  ear4i  in  fief, 

And    vanishes,  like    far-fiung    salt    sea-spume; 
To    thine    alone,    for    space    of   life    so    brief, 

Ear^i    makes    amends    bj?    glorp    of   the    tomb! 

Yet,  though  their  graves  be  kissed  bj) 
crimsoned    leaf 
And    choral    pines    their    requiem    assume, 

niiine    is    the    grief. 


Wa;?ogamug 


TO  MY  GRANDMOTHER'S  PORTRAIT 


Dear    little    maid    of   long    ago 

So    wistful-eyed    and    tender-faced, 

When    the    old    artist    caught    you    so 

What  winsome  thoughts  were  yours  and  chaste? 

I    wonder    if   you    f^'t    the    years 

Your    eyes    would    gaze    on,    from    the    wall; 
niie    longing    hopes,    the    clinging    fears 

niiat    found    your    hea:t,    that    find    us    all! 

I    wonder    if   you    fait    the    trust, 

ni\e    simple    trufli    of    higher    things 
Which    you,    long    crumbled    into    dust, 

would    leave    in    subtle    whisperings 
To    stir    our    souls    and    bid    us    seek 

A    childlike    faith    we    los.    long    since    — 
So    absolute,    so    pure    and    meek 

Hhe    trust    your    painted    eyes    evince! 

If   this    was    yours,    as    yours    the    task 

To    stir    our    souls    to    life    again 
Across    the    years    —    ah,    ma;^    we    ask 

Some    such    memorial    to    attain? 

Dear    little    maid    of    long    ago , 

So    tender-faced    and    wistful-eyed. 
Give    us    this    secret    power    to    kno^ ; 

For    sec!     You    have    not    wholly?    died! 

Elgin 


THE    BUILDERS 


Pile    tKe   granite,    steel,    and    stone. 
Rear   tKe   walls    tliat    hide    the    sun; 

Fashion    streets   of  sombre    tone    — 
Flowers  gnyfff  there ,  when  all  is  done . 

Bring    the    timbers,    iron,    and    glass, 
Laj?  the   stones    that  chill  and  bum. 

Blight  the  trees  and  fence  the  grass  — 
One  thing  men  can  never  spurn. 

While  tUeS  carve  and  build  and  hew 
In    open    field   or    house   or   street. 

In  all  the>»  think  and  sa^  and  do  - 
Men  and  God  must  somewhere  meet . 

CKicago 


MEMORIAL    DAY 


The  flag  the]?  bore    holds  manp  a  spot  and  stain 
Here    in    the    sunhgKt ,  as    the    feeble    score 

Of  Heroes  ntorcK  beneafh,    —  yet    once    again  - 
The    flag    the3>    bore. 

Awa>>    wi4i    all    your    mimic-martial    roar! 

What  get  ye  from  them ,  save  a  mild  disdair 
Whose  ears  have  shattered  at  the  shriek  of  war 

The^  need  no  brave  arra^  or  glittering  train; 

Theirs  but  the  simple  blue  the]?  suffered  for 
Their  sole  reward ,  for  strife  and  toil  and  pain 

The    flag    thej?    bore. 

Elgin 


GAELIC       SONG 


Behold!     A    flower   on    the    mountain    ble^. 
Ana    I    bent    to    its    sKimmer   of   beauf^    rare, 
To    place    it    between    mr^    lips ; 
When    lo!     Its    fragrance    Keav^JI-sweet   grr«J 
Till  I  flung  it    awa^^,  and    it    swam  on  the  air 
As    thistle-down    lightl^p  dips. 

Behold!     A  flower    in    the    vallejl    I    found 
And  I  bent  to  its    fairness,  thinking    the    skj> 
Had    dropped    to    mj>    breast    a    star. 
Wnen    lo!     Its  brea^  was  in    bitterness    bound, 
Its    silvern    witcher?    proved    but    a    lie. 
And    it    left   on    m-^    soul    a    scar. 

Behold!     A    flower    1    sav?    hS    the    road 
LroKen    and    crushed,    yet  diamond-dewed; 
And    a    blossom   I    bent    to    remo'^e. 
When    lo!     From    the    stem    a    tearv'rop     flowed 
To  the  petals  that  la3>  all  dust-bestrewed    — 
And    I    knew    that    the    flower    was     Lo-Oe ! 


Marshall 


RETRIEVED 


Lost    in    the    tireless,    aimless    cit^-roar, 

I  searched,  in  passing,  each  poor  wearied  face 
To  find  some  glint  of  higher  things ,  some  trace 

Of   nobl:?sseking    manhc  seeing    more 

In    Life    than    life-u  ,,t\ .     Alas,    full    store 

I    found    of   sin    c      oo^er^,    or    base 
Cruel  touch  of  wealfh ;  but    of  the  truer  grace 

No  sign .  Where  were  the  dreams  of  heretofore  ? 

Tlien,     as    I    turned    awaj?    heartsick,    a    scene 
Flashed  to  my  mind .     LovO  pines  one  side  a  hill , 

And,    rugged    in    the    pines,     against    the    fire 
A    face    —    old    Kijikon .      Strong    and    serene 
As    the    deep    night    beyond    —    I    see    it    still; 

And    turn    me    to    the    nor4\    of    mj?    desire! 

Chicago 


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HAMD    IM    HAMD 


WKat    do    tkei>    dream 

Here   in    their   youtfi  ? 

Together    theS    stand; 

What   does    life   seem   — 

Hopings    or    fears, 

Fable   or    trutfi, 

Facing    the   years 

Hand    in    hand  ? 

Hers    is    the    life 

God   ga^e    her   for. 

His    is    the    strife 

And    peace    after   war; 
Hers   is    the    hops 
That   the   years   majJ    bring 
Small    hands    to   grope 
Blind,    at    her    breast; 
lo-Oe    that    shall    spring 
To    a    babe's    eyes; 
And,    for    the    rest, 
Self-sacrifice . 


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Silence  and  gloom  of  dea4x ,    a    moment 

agone ; 
But    no^    there's    a    life    in    tke    feld , 
A    glimmer    of    light    in    the    east, 

And    a    lilt    in    the    skj? . 
Here    in    the    dawn    man    is    least; 
Here    is    God,    freel>;    reS^ealed ; 
Here    in    the    dawn    God    is    nigh, 
In    the    stir    and    the    glimmer    of    rose 

And    the    music    on    high ! 

Here    is    the    spring! 

Tendrils  of  tenderest    ^ine-root  can  feel, 

as    it    flo'xCs 
From    ear^i    and    from    air,    the    swing 
Of    life    that    is    pulsing    again  , 
Life    in    the    sun    and    the    rain. 

Life    in    the    soul ! 
Dawn    in    the    spring    —    come    out ! 
Out    to    the    thunder- roll 
Of   the    f?ame    in    the    east!     Out,    out 
To    the  call  of  the  thrush  in  the  wood, 
Out,    out    to    the    heart    of    the    good 

Gre>)    dawn    in    the    spring ! 

Ann     Arbor 


THE    OJIBWAY    POTTER 


Art    holds    for    Kim    no    subtle    mockerj)  ; 

Impassivcl>'    he    sits    wifhiri    his    rude 

Nor^woods    atelier,    whose    solitude 
Breeds  far-flung  visions  that  xwe  maj)  not  see 
Or    comprehend.     What    though    his    potterj? 

Be    simple,    his    materials    all    crude? 

Here  where  the  forest  casts  her  magic  mood 
His    work    is    eloquent    of   master>> ! 

A    lesson ,    this ,    for    us    who    gi\>e    our    li\>es 
To  Fame,  intent  on  leaving  but  some    trace 

niiat  we  have  li^)ed .  What  use  to  haste  and  fret , 

Pursuing    that    which    men    so    soon    forget? 

m^e    End    is    his    who    neither  seeks  nor    stri-s?es 
But  in  his  work  finds  his  God-given  place. 

Petoske^? 


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^^SSS^E!?' 


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WHERE    FATHOMS    BE    NOT 


On !  Gain  the  seas  unknown  ,  tKe  fartKer  seas , 
Where  man  is  not ;  search  earfh  in  all  her  ways , 
Finding ,  it  mayl  be ,  sDnne  great  meed  of  praise  — 

And  that  is  all .      NJo  peace  will  lie  in  these 

Greater  horizons ;    no  upsurging  flovJ 

Of  sweetness  from  the  vaster  dep^s  to  thee; 

No  beaut^J  to  unloose  the  bands  of  woe 
When  thou  hast  overthrown  Infinity? ! 

nhere  is  no  mystery?  beyond  the  seas, 

No  glittering  pageant  of  barbaric  thrones; 

On\^  in  self  lie  hid  the  mysteries, 

And  in  each  hour  the  sweetness  that  atones 

For  all  Life's  travail ,  through  a  work  well  done  . 

Seek  this,  todajJ  —  and  all  thj?  peace  is  won! 

CKicago 


LOOM       CRIES 


Hark!     On    tKe    night    a    co>    is    upborne; 
Wild    wi^    afFrigkt,    mocking    the    morn     - 


COOKY  ,      beating      Kis     tin      pan 

Grubpile.    boys!     Up,  ye  lousj?   lazy  heads , 

Up  an'  git  yer  coffee  an'  yer  cakes    afore 
the  dawn  ! 
Grubpile,  boys!     Up  an'  douse  yer  dazj)   heads; 
Loon's  a-cryin'  on  the  lake, 
Tellin'  ye  to  rise  an    wake , 

Tellin'  la23?  lumberjacks  it's  time  that  theS? 
was  gone ! 


REGINALD    VAM    ASHTON.    s.ttmg     bolt 

upright      in     >)ers      libre 

Guide  —  guide ! 
Did  you  hear  that  panther  — 
Or  was  it  an  escaped  maniac? 
Get  your  rifle,  quick  ■-- 

Guide!    GUIDE! 


Wake  up,  you  damn'  fool  — 

Where  are  the  guns  ? 

Wake  up,  wake  up! 

Oh   Lord, 

Get  me  back  safe  to  Broadwa;^  ! 

JOHN    MAKES-NO-SHADOW.    landing    h^ 

his     canoe 

Manitou ! 

I  hear  m<)  brother  calling  me.      "Rejoice," 

He  says ,   "the  sishcawet  have  come  to  spawn ! 

The  Manitou  has  in  his  hand  updrawn 
Food  for  his  children !"     Thus  m3?  brother's  voice 
Calling  across  the  lake.      Speed  m^  canoe, 
Further  m^   nets    and    send   m^    spear-point  true! 
Great    Spirit !     Manitou  ! 


Hark !     From    the    trees    dim    echoes   outfling 
Or    is    it    the    breeze    in    the    pines    a-swing  ? 


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Hod  God  put  for^K  a  drum   unto  nyp  Kand , 
I  would    have    wakened    tKe    nations    to    sweep 
from    their    face 

All   that  is  eOil  and  wrong ;   made  men  understand 
Faitn ,    and    tKe    giving    of   grace . 

Had  God  put  forfK  a  sword   unto  m>>   Kand, 
I  would     Kave     swept    all    tKe    earrt\    wi4\    tKe 
flame    of    it    bare , 

So  forcing  peace  on  tKe  sea  and  peiice  on  tKe  land ; 
Peace,    and    tKe    quiet    of    pra^^er. 

Had  God  put  forfK  a  Ij^re  unto  mj?   Kand, 

I  would    Kave    gripped    all    tKe    world  wi4>  tKe 
grip    of    m^    song; 

Giving   tKe    gift    of    mS    gift    to    ever>)    demand. 
Serving    tKe    weak    and    the    strong . 

But  God  put  for4i  a   Kand   unto  mj?   Kand, 

SKowed     me    a    patKwaj?    of    tKorns ,     and    all 
joyous    I    went ; 
Gave    me    tKe    love    of    a    babe     --      aK ,    dream- 
ropes    of    sand ! 
See,    Ko^    m]?    Keart    is    content' 


i 


FROM        THE        TRAIN 


Ji 


Years  from  Uer  -   hov?  tKe  wKeels  sirtg  to  me! 
Miles  from  her    -  dearer  and  nearer' 


Ever    the    whirling    hours    fling    to    me 
Heart-cravings    olden    that    .'ing    to    me 
Soft  through  the  dreams  her  eyes  bring  to  me  -- 
Dreams    of   her,    nearer    and    dearer. 

Wheels    quiet,    and    the    lights    that    shine 
From    all    the    quiet    town    —    her    town! 

One    light    is    hers,    but   gives    no    sign 

To    me;    on.,     jf    the    sparks    that    burn 
For    hundred    other    hearts    than    mine. 

So    near!     Until    the    sW    wheels    turn 

And  down  the  night  the  light-sparks  drown. 

^e-e!    I  knevO  mjJ   heart  had  need    of    fearing, 
Need  to  shrink  from  thinking  of  her  so! 

Ghosts  of  olden  days  and  dreams  come  leering 
From    the    stars    to    fright    me    as    I    go; 

Wreck  and  ru^  of  days  and  dreams  heart-searing  , 
Pausing  ....   passing  ....   ho^  was  she  to  kno^iO? 


FROM        THE       SOUTH 


Whispering    wind    of    the    sou4i , 
Bear    me    a    kiss    from    her    lips    - 

Waft    me    a    brearfi    from    her    moufh ! 
Lightly?    as    humming-bird    dips, 
Softl>>    as    hummingbird    sips. 

In    the    thirst    of    m>?    desolate    drouth 
Ah,    bear    me  a  kiss    from    her    lips! 

Southwind,    so    wearp    and    spent, 
Breathe    me    the    waj?    she    has   gone! 

Wi^    snatches    of   orange-bloom    scent, 
WiA  fragrance  of  flower- bestar red  lawn  , 
Wifh  sweetness  that  flushes  at  dawn  -' 

All    m    tUS    whisperings    blent. 

Ah ,  breathe  me  the  wa>)  she  has  gone ! 


AWAKENING 


Ho^  Kave  I  lo>)ed   thee,   thirsting 

Afar    in    desert    ways, 
And  yearned  to  f5nd  adown   the  wind 

Some    hint    of   silvern    days, 
When  all  tUS  soul  was  bending 

To    touch    my    eager    yourti , 
To  soothe  and  heal  the  scars  that  steal 

Across    the    face    of    Trufh ! 

Hov?  have  I  found  thee,  waiting 

^  So    patientl>^    and    lone ; 

Till  ail   unsought  of  word  or  thought 

^3^    spirit    was    mine    own! 
Love  has  nor  place  nor  portion; 

But    mine    is    bitter    rufh 
For  wasted  years  that  hid  with   tears 

TKe    desert    ways    of    Trufh ! 


THE    MOTHER    PATIENT 


Higashi  wrought  me  "  —  tkatisall.     Long  dead 
He  lies  beneatfi    tKe    cherrj?    trees ,   wi<K    Hands 
Ceased  from  tKeir  patient  labor,  and  his  fled 

Sweet  spirit  no^  at  rest.    From  cunning  Isands 
Of  sKapen  bronze,    close- wreathed    wifl\    man^p    a 
thread 
In  guld ,  he  formed  his  masterpiece ,  that  stands 
So  mutel)>  eloquent  of  days  far-sped 

And    half-sensed    fantasies    of   ancient    lands. 

^is  was  Higashi's  child,  and  claimed  his  life. 

Teach  me,  old  worker  of  the  long  ago, 
Youi   patient  spirit,  calm  in  pet^  strife. 

Rising  supreme  o'er  all  vexation;  so 
Mj^  living  child  maj?  prove  ns  true  and  fair 
In  everp  soul-line,  as  your  bronze-craft  there! 


AN    ITHACAN    LULLABY 


Sadlj?  the  golden  evening  is  fading, 
Dim  is  tke  wandering  light  in  the  west; 
Valle]?  and  temple  and  sea  overshading  — 
Artemis  grant  thee  repose  of  the  blest! 
Oi,  little  mariner,  sea-gulls  are  wheeling 
Lot?  at  the  cliff-edge ,  and  night-songs  are  stealing 
Over  the  haS  from  the  fishermen,  reeling 
Mets  upon  nets  —  so  rest,  bab>) ,  re5t! 

rar    in    the    moonlight    white  oars  are  flashing, 
Softly?  and  sweetlj)  the  night-breezes  croon; 
Up  from  the  vallej^  the  waterfall,  splashing. 
Wafts  to  thee  peace  and  repose  in  its  tune. 
Rest,  little  wayfarer!     Slumber  is  steeping 
Ocean  and  land  in  the  peace  of  its  keeping; 
Soon  will  be  da>) ,  and  the  exid  of  (kS  sleeping  - 
Rest,  bab:?,   rest,   for  the  morn  come4»  soon! 


II 


UNFORGOTTEN 


The  rose  that  you  gave 

Is  withered  and  ,-!ead ; 

Yet   even    in    dea<h 

^ere    lingers    a    brea4i 

Of   the    sweetness    we    crave    — 

But    the    beau^    is    fled. 

niie    love    that   you    gave 
Seems    sweet    to    me   yet. 

You    have    perished,    men    saj? ; 
What    knowledge    have    thej?  ? 
I    kno\(?    that    the    grave 
Cannot    make   you    forget ! 


i  m  TiLiii  ji  M 


THE    ROMAMY    TEMT 


If  ( 


Soft  on  tKe  tent  is  the  toucK  of  rain  - 

Sleep,  little  chal ,  for  tKe  nigkt  is  long  ! 

TKe  storm  bears    deafK    to    tKe    farmer's 

grain , 
But  Gorgio's    loss  is    Romania's    gain; 

And  tKe  oak  is  bent  to  sKelter  tKe  tent 
At    tKe    edge    of    tKe    plain    — 
Sleep  ,  little  pal ,  for  tKe  nigKt  is  long  ! 

Tall  and  strong  are  4i>)  bretKren  nine ,  — 

Sleep  ,  little  pal  of  tKe  wandering  tribe  ! 
But  more  tKan  tKeirs  sKall  be  strengfK  of 

mine 
TKougK  tKou  sleepest  Kere  ,  little  babe  of 
mine , 
Ir^  a  Romany?  tent  b>)  tKe  old  oak ,  bent 
wKere  tKe  four  winds  twine. 
Sleep ,  little  cKal  of  tKe  wandering  tribe ! 


',i'i 


V^^PCt?^^-^- 


THE       SANDMAN 


WKen  soft  and  sloW  tKe  shadows  fall, 
And  in  tKe  sk>'   tKe  pale  sweet  moon 

Appears,  tKen  down  tKe  darkened  Kail 
Tne  Sandman's  coming  soon! 

WK]?,   e^en?  nigKt  it  seems  tKat  wKen 

nite  stor3?  mo^er  tells  gets  to 
Its  -OerS  nicest  part,  just  tKen 

niie  oddest  feeling  toucKes  you! 
You  simplj?   Ka^e  to  rest  rour  Kead 

On  mofKer's  knee ,  and  somefKing  queer 
Gets  in  your  eyes,  and  -    "Off  to  bed," 

Says  mofKer  ,  "for  tKe  Sandman's  Kere  !" 

He  comes  wi^  5neak>> ,  steal^3>  tread, 

lou  cannot  Kear  Kim  on  tKe  stair; 
But  someKoW,  wKen    tKe  da>>  is   fled 
Hhe  Sandman's  always  tKere! 


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HYLA'S       SOMG 


¥    f 


n 


WKen  I   Have  felt  the  toucK  of  years 

Hnat  seem  so  ligKt  as   yet ; 
When  I  Kave  known  the  bitter  tears 

Of    some    still    far    regret ; 
I    would    not    then    turn    to    Kis    page 

Tnat    sKrines    m^    memory? , 
Nor    murmur,    wKile    old    days    engage 

M3)    Keart ,    "Hliis    man    loved    me  !" 

But    wKen    around    me    merriment 

And    laughter    circle    light, 
I    would    some    cedar-laden    scent 

Might    drift    across    the    night ; 
That    so    I    could    recall    again 

His    clear    sereni^ ; 
And    think ,   for    that  I  gave    him  pain  , 


This    man    remembered 


me : 


i;a1'^s:'  j-^U-'- 


'■»'T*'%.' 


wmwfp.-g'itfs. 


EVENSONG 


Husn ,  little  babe !  Hhe  eventide  is  falling 
And  everytKing  is  ven?  still  end  s'cvJ ; 

So  husK ,  and  listen  to  the  pale  stars  calling 
And  sending  of  tKeir  loOe  to  von  helovi  ! 

Babj?    dear,    on    mother's    breast, 
Listen  wKile  we  sing  to  you ; 
Peace    and    slumber,    sNweetest    rest, 
All    of   these    we    bring    to    you ! 
Little    stars    v^atch    in    the    skj? 

While    the    big    ones    bear    to    you 
Dreams,    that    shall    not    fade    or    flj? 
But    shall    make    life    fair    tr    you ! 

"Bab:P    dear,    fall    fast    asleep! 

^Ino'    God    took    the    da>>  from    you, 
Yet    His    watching    stars    will    keep 

E-Cil    things    awa^?    from    you . 
Wnen    you    see    them    smile    afar 

Let    nothing    gi-^e    a    fear    to    you; 
Just    rest,    and    thnnk    each    little    star, 

And  kno^O  that  mother's  near  to  you !" 

Hush!     Mother's  close  bejide,   so    hush 
and    listen 
To    the    night-whisper     thrilling     from 
abo^e ; 
See  now  the    dim    star- jewels    gleam    and 
glisten 
While     thej)    are     singing    to    you    of 
their    lo-Oe ! 


lb  1  V.J2 


I 


NOCTURNE 


When  sweet ,  sad  stars  smile  down  on  closing  da>> 
And  wrai^is  of  olden  memories  steal  and  fade ; 
When  past  jo3?s  lighten  all  the  folding    shade, 

Tnen  ---  then  mp  heart  goes  out  to  yours  alwaj? 
Dear    lo-Oe   of    mine ! 

When    evening    steals    the    dim    da>)'s    life    awaj) 

And  fireflies  string  pale  jewels  adown  the  wind ; 

When    the    soft     gloaming's     poWer     enthralls 

the    mind  , 

TTien  —  then  m^  heart  is  near  to  yours  alwaj? , 

Dear    lo-Oe    of   mine ! 


HE       AND       SHE 


Ak,    were    it    infdelit!? 

To    love    as    do^    tne    rose    — 
EacK  morn  Ker  dew]?    Heart  Keld    free 

To    an>>    wind    that    blows? 
"Yet    morn    is   but    a    little    space. 

And    if   the    AexO    be    sped 
Ho^o?    loNwlj^    bangs    tlie    rose's    face 

Ere    afternoon    be    fled !" 

Ab ,    were    it    injidelit? 

To    love    as    do^    tKe    moon    — 
Her    silvern    lips    beld    tenderly 

To    streamlet    and    lagune? 
"Yet    bers    is    but    a    borrowed    ligbt, 

Left    wben    tbe    daj)    is    done; 
Ho^  faint  and  wan  ber  radiant  sigbt 

Ere    tbe    long    night    be    run!" 

Ab,    were    it    infidelity) 

To    love    as    poets    bid    — 
Eacb    bour    to    paj)    Love's    golden    fee 

Lest    you^b    too    soon    be    bid? 
"Yet,  is    tbe    rose    at    eve    not    fair    — 

^Tbe    moon    not    sweet    at    dawn? 
Naj) ,    inf  del !     Wbat  love    more    rare 

^Tban  tbat  wbose  Love  is  gone!" 


■■■ 


i*-.> 


r^'il.;    „ife       -.-ilJiV,  .,  iYii»l: 


liB'  -.:i" 


OVING 


@ 


ONGS 


Herein  are  set  di-Oen 
•Oerses ,  translations ,  &■ 
rowing     songs 


!i: 


i- 


ERRATUM 


TKe  first  line  of  stanza  3 , 
sKould  read  : 


"A     Man's     Pra]?er," 


Lord,    give  me  grace  tKat  1  ma>'  never  seek 


•^»i6r*>.-'''iF^-''  ^ 


.iL:M 


QUAND       VOUS       SEREZ 


\ 


Spinning   beside    tke    winter's    fire,    your    Hair 
A    silvern    crown    benea^    the    candles   dim, 
Tne    tKougKt    will    come,    as    tK«$e    m^   songs 
Sou    Hymn    — 

'Ronsard  enshrined  me,  when  that  I  was  fair!" 

nl\en    not    a    drows;?    servant    bp    you    there 
Half  dozing ,  feigning  work  to  suit  your  whim , 
But    shall    awaken    at    the    name    of   him 

And    bless   you,  for  the    lo^e    he    held    so  rare. 

m^en    I    shall    be    at    rest,    while    up    abo^e 
The  myrtle  shadows  weave  m;^  mystic  pyre, 
But   you   will    croon    across    a    dying   fire 

And  mourn  your  old  disdain  and  mS  lost  lo-Oe. 

Ah ,  li-Oe  and  \o-0e ,  nor  wait  the  morro'vJ's  dawn ; 

Cull  Tout's  fair  rose,  Helene,  ere  it  be  gone! 


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MANS       PRAYER 


|{|; 


L^rd ,  give  me  grace  that  I  map  never  reap 

Where    mine    own    hands    have  failed  to  sov7 
the  seed  ; 
Grace  to  hold  dear  what  others  scorn  as  cheap, 

Grace  not  to  barter  soul  for    body's    greed ! 
Not  mine  the  lure  of  aught  that  greatness  brings , 

The  hymn  of  triumph  or  the  flame  of    -  Jrds ; 
Hold  Hhou  m:?  fingers  from  th^   deeper  strings 

Unto  the  beaut^  of  the  minor  chords. 

Lord,  give  me  grace  that  I  ma>'   never  ask 

Wnere  1  have    naught  to  give,    and  ma}?  not 

Mp  couch  wifh  children's  tears ,  or  wear  the  mask 
Of  comfort,  woven  h^p  wan  souls  and  grej? 

To  give  me  ease!      Let  none  hold  me  in   hate 
As  I  would  bear  no  muted   lives  in  fee; 

Lf?nd  me  nTh]?  love .   to  be    mp    high    estate ; 
Is    bronze,    then,    proof   of    lmmortali^?? 

Lord ,  give    me  grace  I  ma]?   never  seek 

Th;?  Grails  of  pomp  and  power ,  where  others 
throng ; 
That  I ,  as  m^ou ,   maj)  see  hovO  Might  is  weak  , 

Hov?     Tru4i    and    Justice    fare    not    wi4i    the 
Strong . 
Grant  me  no  gift  of  prophet's    high    insight. 

No    flerj?    eloquence    of    faifl^    assailed; 
Mine    not    to    lead    but    follovJ,    after    Right    — 

And  if  they  will ,   let  men  deem  I  have  failed  ! 


n 


LA        VISION 


t 


WK3?  sittest  tKou  idle  in  the  marketplace? 
Am  I  not  wifl\  tKee  in  time  of  trouble  -- 
Spectre  of  tK]?    youfh ,    felloW-pilgrim    of 

tKine    age  ? 
rsJeitKer  evil    destiny?    nor  guardian  angel 

am    I , 
AltKough    so    men    name    me . 

Heaven   ha^  granted  t\\^   scul  unto  me; 
Where  tKou  art ,  shall  I  be  alwa])' 
As    a    brother    inseparable. 
Even    unto    the    end    of   th^?    days 
When    I    shall    enthrone    myself  on    thj? 
gravestone ! 

In    sadness ,    come    unto    n'.e    freely? , 
But    in    J03)    avoid    me    waril>' ; 
Ever    must    I    follow    th]i?    pafh 
Yet   never  ma]?  I   touch  thj)  hand    --• 
For    I    am    SOLITUDE. 


TRISTESSE 


'I 


I    Have    lost    the    jcr?    of   life. 
Fled    are    friends    and    gaitp ; 

Gone    is    all    tke    zest    of   strife 
WKicK    alone    bids    genius    be! 

When    I    found    that    Trufh    was    mine 
Ho\>?  I  hailed  her  as  a  friend  ! 

When    frr    dregs    I    kne^    her    wine 
On    her    waj?    I    bade    her    wend. 

Yet  Tru^    knows    nor    bond  nor  thrall; 

niiose  whom  she  denies  her    grail 
Find    that    life    has    missed    its    all    — 

When  God  speaks,  shall  answer  fail? 

I    have    lost    the    best    of   life, 
J03)    and    Tru4\   afar    have    swept; 

All    that    has    escaped    the    strife 
IS    that    sometimes    I    have    wept. 


m 


RECOMPENSE 


I  have  not  gazed  across  the  bare  expanse 
Of  heated  desert-plain ,  to  rest  my  sight 
On  Philip's  cloistered  walls  ;  nor  in  delight 

Have  I  beheld  the  arabesques  that    dance 

Across    Alhambra's    witchery ;    no    chance 

Has  led  me  through  the  ^hado^- haunted  night 
Of    rich    Toledo's    povertp ;    yet ,    bright 

Or  sad ,  I  knov?  old  Spain's  wierd  necromance ! 

For  sometimes  in  the  thrilling  of  a  leaf 
Or  wafted  fairness  of  a  far-hung  cloud , 

A    vision    sweeps    before    me    through    a    brief 
Sweet  brea^,    its  transient  figuring  endowed 

Wi4i    all    the    wonders    I    have    never    seen . 

Lord  God ,  dost  guerdon  for  what  hafli  not  been  ? 


vm 


SCOTT 


t     f: 
t    . 


Go  down  to  dea^ ,    stout  Keroes  wKo  'would  free 
^Tnat  secret  wKicK  the  snov?  encompasse4i ! 

Whose  is  the  -Ooice  that  bids    you  ceaselessly 
Go    do^n    to    dea4i? 

And    is    it    weal^    you    dream ,    or    empirj> 

In  some  lone  land  where  no  man  wtndere4i, 
Or    ringing  trump  of  Fame's  high  heraldr?? 

'NaS ,  not  m  strength  the  dark  world  glorie4» ; 

hJcne  but  defeat  shall  gain  her  utmost  fee; 
Ye  onl3>  win  who,  in  the  soft-swept  brea4i 

Of   Azrael,    hrp    sea    and    farther  sea 
Go   down    to   deafh. 


'^r^-^h  ?Rwsc 


VENEZIA        MINORE 


Pale    day,    grey    day    in    Venice    ---    gondoliers 
A-sKiver  —  not  tKe   dream  that  I  had  dreamed ! 
Lonely  and  drear ,  tke  storied    Lion    seemed 

More  beautiful  in  mist.      Silent    the    jeers 

And    jests    of    tke    canals    —    dull    dreary    years 
Hung    neavy    in   one   day ;    only  tKere  gleamed 
Some   scarlet   day-old    pageantry ,   tKat   streamed 

Sullenly ,    clogged    wi4i    dirt    and    mist^    tears . 

niie  evening  gun  rang  out  its    distanced  "boom"  ; 

A    sandolo    swept    by ,    wifli    careless    list ; 
We   passed  Ca'  d'Oro ,    wreathed  in  living  doom  , 

While    soft  rain  wept  her  porticoes  deafh-kissed  ; 

Hnen    Marco    set    his    oar    against    the    mist 
And    San    Giorgio    lowered    through    the    gloom . 


i|i| 


MON       AME 


SON       SECRET 


ii 


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i 


WitKin  m>)  soul  there  lies  a  secret,    tkieved 
Eternall:?  from  Love,  that  knows  no  sleep. 
All  ignorant  is  sKe  whose    name  lies  deep 

Enshrined  within  m;p  heart;  nor  has  she  grieved 

Wi^  love's  kind  grief;  and  nnu^ht  have  I  achieved 
Though  ever  at  her  side.     Thus  I  shall  keep 
M}?  secret,  while  I  live.     Ho^f?  might  I  reap 

A  meed  unasked,  when  none  can  be  received? 

For    she,    whom    God    has    made    so    sweet    and 
tender , 

Goes  calmly  on  her  vfa^ ,  and  will  not  hear 
The  murmured  homage  love  would  gladly?  render ; 

So  pure  she  is,  so  quiet    and    austere! 
Reading  this  S?erse,  she  fails  herself  to  see; 
And  smiling,  asks  "Who  ma^  this  angel  be?" 


THREE       MEN 


niiree  men  laj^  cl37ing  wiA  the  dying  sun. 

I  wonder  wkj?  we  were  afraid?"  says  one. 
"Wk>>,  deafK  is  onl^?  sleep,  when  all  is  done!" 

You  lie !"  gasps  one ,  a- tremble .  And  "You  lie ! 
Dearth  is  the  end,  and  we  are  lost  who  die! 
God!     If  I  could  but  live  again,  and  tr?    ™    " 

Peace!"    one  laughs  out.      "See  ho^  the    green 
trees    swa>) 
niiat  but  a  week  agone  stood  stark  and  gre]? !" 
^Three    men  la]?  dead  upon  an  April  da]? . 


J  A/    DVT    A    MON    COEUR 


k 


I  whispered  to  m^?   Heart ,  mjl  errant  Keart , 
13  it  not  enougK  to  love  sincerely) ';' 
Dost  not  see  tKat  fickle  love  is  merelj) 
To  lose  you4i's  blessing  in  the  worldlj)  mart?" 

Heart  answered  "Ma>> ,  not  tKus  is  Fate  bestead ! 

It  is  not  enougK  to  love  sincerely) ; 

Dost  not  see  that  fickle  love  is  merely 
To  render  sweet  the  pleasures  that  are  dead?" 

I  whispered   to  m^   heart,   m^  errant  heart, 

Does  not  Lif?  buy  of  its    grief  too  dearl>>? 
Dost  not  see  that  fickle  love  is  merely) 
To  seek  each  day   ne\J  griefs    within  the  mart?" 

Heart  answered  "May ,  not  thus  is  Fate  bestead  ! 

Life  buys  not  its  store  of  grief  too  dearl;p  ; 

Dost    nov   see    that    fickle    love    is    merely? 
To  render  sweot  *\\e  anguish  that  is    dead?" 


±.:iixm^^^^.^im., 


TWILIGHT       IM       ALGIERS 


^e    sun    is    gone    beloV?    the    Kill 
And    purple    night    is    on    the    baj?  ; 

Yet    crimsoned    fingers    wander    still 
Upon    tKe    minaret    so    ga3>    — 

niie    minaret    so    square  .and    tall 

Whose    lacquered    tiles    upleaping     rise 
Against    the    deep    Algerian    skies. 

Like    flames    upon    a    viiva-clud    wall! 

And    near    the    garish    minaret 
Where    Sidi    Abderrahman    lies, 
A    band    is    plaj^ing    symphonies 

To    make    lean    tirailleurs    forget 

1  lOxS  passing  Arabs  scowl  and  glance  -- 

A    breach    from    Paris,    sweetl>>    set 
Within    this    land    of    newer    France! 


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NOUS       MARCHIONS 


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We  must  seek  love  in  divers  tKings  and  ways 
Ere  we  map  learn  what  thing  we  love  the  best ; 
FevJ  of  our  man:?  loves  will  stand  the  test, 

?evJ  of  our  man]?  deeds  will  have  Time's  praise ! 

We  must  knock  often  at  the  gate  of  tears, 
We  must  pick  often  from  the  half-closed  flowers 
Before  we  find  that  slower-footed  hours 

Have    passed    our    fleetness;    and    our    age  brings 
fears  . 

'Then ,    wifli    life's  cup    half  drained ,  Tru4i  bids 
us    knov? 
nitat  best  of  all  is  some  old  tested  friend! 
Meeting  bj)  chance ,   hand  reaches  unto  hand  , 
Heart  unto  heart ;  what  then  if  words  come  slo^O  ? 
We  march  together  toward  the  unseen  land 
Where  souls  die  not,    where  is  no  dajJ's    dark 
end . 


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Tmrmm 


OUT    OF    TUSCANY 


TKresKed   out   is    the   straM? 

And    against    tke   closed    door 
ni\e    sturd>>    fiails    stand; 

White    is    the    floor 
Chaff-strewn,    witfi    the    ra^ 

Rich    scent   of   the   grain 
O^er   all;    while    the    band 

Rests,    wear>>    and    fain. 

And    thus,    ere    the    leng^ 

Of  the    da>>    is    foredone, 
Comes    a    moment    for    rest; 

Ah,    seize   it,    nor    shun 
That    instant   of   streng^! 

LaS    from   thee    the   flail, 
Seek    God    in    th^    breast    — 

And    He    will    not    fail. 


THE    CANADA    SHORE 


Hon}    fresK    are    the:?,    and    yet    Ko^    sere, 

^cse    towns    along    the    northern    shore! 
And   were   our    fathers    thus    —    austere, 
Qamped    down    like    those    about    us    here 
To    tales    and    ways    of   yore? 

Or   were    thej?    happ:?    here    to    d^ell 

In    towns    along    the    northern    shore    — 
Content    wiA    bread    that    buttered    well. 
Content    witfi    heaven    and    wi^    hell, 
Wim    tales    and    ways    of   yore? 

Yet,    were    our    newer    customs    brought 
To    towns    along    the    northern    shore. 

Perhaps    too    dear    were    freedom    bought; 

For    always    has    the    freed    world    sought 
'The    tales    and    ways    of   yore! 


TO    IVAN    SWIFT 


I    Had    a    friend . 

God    gave  Kim  gifts   of   tKc   best, 

All    the   world    laj)    at    Kis    feet; 

But    there    was    no    rest 

In  Kis  soul.     His  road   held  no  end  -.- 

And    Keau^i^    of   spirit    is    fleet! 

Half   tKe    world    found    in    Kis    face 

Streng^K    and    glor]?    and    power, 

nixese,    and    Kis    genius;    but    I, 

Nearer    and    closer    h^p , 

Sav?    wi^    eacK    tKievisK    Kour 

Loss    from    Kis    soul    of   the    grace 

Gi^en    b:?  God.     And  todaj?  Ke  stands 

Reft   of   tKe   best, 

Clay ,  all  crumbled  between  God's  bands 

Under    tKe    test. 

And    tKe    end 

Seems  to  me    sad ;    despite    all    tKe    rest 

I    was    Kis    friend . 


[©]  O  O  K 


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O  N  G  S 


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Herein  are  found 
dfOen  songs,  taken 
from  <Ke  Author's 
books  . 


CAPTIONS 


1  WKen  men  from  nor4i  and  soutfi  come  close 
Look   well    to    words    —    beware   of   bWs! 

2  Were    Lo-Oe   than    DeaA    less    strong 
It    could    not    last    so    long. 

3  When    smitten    foe    laughs   back 
Don    quicklj)    helm    and    jack! 

4  Warm    in    the    spring    is    the   pine-sweet    air, 
But    the    pine-roots    twine    'round    the    gray 

wolves'     lair ! 

5  Mark    well    the    rede: 
Much    talk    makes    need. 

6  "Bide    hidden;    then    wifh    tooth    and    cW 
Take    payment,"    runs    the    forest    \ax9 . 

7  Who    best    controls    his    hate 
Holds    firmest    grip    on    Fate. 

8  Though    ye    conquer    twice    and    three 
Ye   must    pa3>    the   gods    their   price. 

9  If   the    wolf   be  braOe  and    his  heart  be  stout 
When  the  lips  dra^    back    from    his    fangs  — 

look    out ! 


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From     "Trails     CKi-J«lrou»" 


BEDFORD'S    SONG 


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King    Strang    Ke    wears    a  golden    crown 

And    a    red    robe    on    his    back ; 
But    give    Kim    a    tree    acrost    from    me 
An'  see  who'd  quit  when  the  sa^  cut  free ! 
Catch    hold    — 

I'm  king  myself  in  the  lumber-shack, 
An'    that's    king    enough    for    me, 

B]?    whack ! 
Qhere  ain't  a  king  in  the  world  can  whirl 
A    peav2?'s    haft,    or    laugh    an'    birl 

Wi4i    a    Michigan    jack ! 

King    Strang    eats    off   a    golden    plate 

An'    cold    grub    makes    him    cic^s 
But  shove  him  through  widi  mj?  river-crevJ 
An'    I    bet     he'd    eat    enough    for    two! 
Work ,    mate    — 

Or    I'll    bust    ye    one,  ye    laz>>    hoss    — 
An'    that's    king    enough    for    >>  o  u ! 

BS    goss, 
m^ere  ain't  a  king  in  the  world  can  put 
niie  calks  to  me,  or  can  shake  his  i;o' 
Wi^    a    Michigan    boss! 

From     "King     Strang" 


CHANT    OF    THE    AXE 


For  work  and  ache  and  sweat,  for  weao)  strife 
BS  oar  and  trap,  b:?  peavj? ,  spear  and  net, 

Tne  northland  offers  men  a  wage  of  life  — 
And  sells  it  dear ,  for  toll  of  work  and  sweat ! 

Yet  men  gain  something  more .     A  gra-Oe  apart 

Where    cedar«  whisper  requiem  to  the  stars; 
A    dwelling    close    to    God;    an    honest    heart; 

Hands     gnarled     wi^h     toil,     and     rough    wi^i 
honor's     scars ; 
Contempt    from    lesser    men ,    perhaps ;    a    strong 

Sure  faifli  in  all  the  things  which  are  not  seen ; 
A  simple  trust  that    Right  is  more  than  Wrong, 

Tnanks  unto  God  Isecause  the  trees  are  green ! 
And  wi4i    it    all,    the    dsep    respect    of    those 

Who  labor    at    their  side    bjJ    wa-^e    or    ^ood ; 
And    suret?    that    He    who    made    them    knox^Js 

HoxO ,  while  the  axe  m&S  slip ,  it  still  is  good ! 
So,    for    hard    labor    and    unceasing    strife 

BS    axe    and    oar,    b]?    peav]? ,  sa^    and  net, 
m^e    northland    offers    larger    wage    than    life    — 

Asking    no    price,  sa-Oe   >  nlj?  work  and  sweat! 

From       'Blood      Ro:^al" 


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PIOBAIREACHD    OF    FEAGH 


Oear  and  wnite  in  tKe  fresK  dawn-light 
Is    tKe    steep    boreen    we    follo-sJ ; 

Blue    our    glittering    spearpoints    gleam 

Like  tKe  flying  spra>'  of  tKe  CuldamK's 
stream ; 

Loud  and  long  rings  tKe  wild  sword-song 
On   edge   of   tKe   sKield-rims    KoUo^, 

For  tKe  fire  of  life  is  tKe  joj)  of  strife 
And    tKe    battle    won! 


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Keen    and    KrigKt    is    tKe    arro\»?-fligKt 
As    we    glimpse    tKe    foe    before    us; 

Fire    and    slaugKter    among    tKe    Kills, 

SlaugKter    and    fire    tKe    dea^K-lust  stills; 

Harps  clang  KigK  to  tKe  bards'  fierce  en? 
WKile    tKe    pibrocK    rises    o'er    us. 

Till  tKe  daj>  is  ours  as  e-Oening    lowers 
And    tKe    figKt    is    done! 


From     'Ohe     Last     O'Donnell" 


RBI  1  -i  ■  -ami  -w 


TIPPECANOE 


Up    flint    and    out    horn    --- 

Dun    hangs    the    scalp-feather; 
Wra4i    comes    on    the    morn 

And    smoke    of    the    burning! 
Out    bullet    and    rod    — 

Black    Sand    is    the    omen; 
^The    anger    of   God 

Shall    waken    ye ,    foemen ! 
Arouse    ye    and    wake 

To    the    war-eegle's    screaming; 
God    shall    shatter    and    break 

Tne    dream    of   your    dreaming; 
Up    flint    and    out    horn     -- 

Your    greatness    is    broken ! 
Deafh    rides    on    the    morn 

And    Black    Sand    has    spoken. 


From     "A     Son     Of     TKe     Cincinnati' 


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I        THE       ADOBE 


From    tKe    earfl^    the]?    made    me 

A    grep    adobe    slab; 
Witfi    mS    felloxOs    laid    me. 

Sun-baked ,    ugl>> ,    drab . 
From    tKe    dust    tKe:^    called    me, 

Who    bad    been    a    clod; 
Plastered    me    and    walled    me    — 

Set    me    to    ser'^e    God ! 


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THE    HIGH    BELLS 


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Unto    tKe    sk;? 
Tower    we    afar , 
Calling    on    KigK , 
Calling    men    nigK    -•- 
NigK    uVito    prayer . 
Over    tKe    worn 
Desert-land's    glare , 
i  o    sundrift    and    star 
Our    call    is    upborne, 

Come    ye    to    prayer !' 
Ever    we    cr^? , 
Never    we    cease , 

Come    ye    to    prayer , 


H, 


lere    is 


God* 


s    peace  1 


Ill       THE       KEYSTONE 


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Out    of   tKe    quarr?    cut    and    laid, 
Brc  lands    wrought    me,    unafraid; 

-.       d    me    wifK    S3?mbcls    tKat    had 

no    name , 

Set  me  to    hold    a    high    arch-frame. 

Vanished    are   the>)    with   all   their    race. 

Yet   here    I    dwell    in    m^    gi-Oen    place; 

Washed  of  the  rain  ,  burnt  of  the  sun  , 

Waiting  with  God  till  the  >'ears  be  done . 


IV       THE       DREAMER 

He    heard    a    distant    anthem    swim 

Upon    the    swallov?s'    twittered    cries; 
Tne    bare    brown    hills    became    to    him 

A    shimmer    of    sun-sympKonies ; 
Across    the    rumed    cloister-shade 

An  angel's  wing  limned   lanes  of  light , 
And  from  forgotten  gra\'e5   there   stra yrd 

Lo\5    whisperings    upon    the    night. 

Wifti  adze  and    plane    and  rugged   beam 
He    fell    to    hewing    out    his    dream. 


From     "Ssn     Juan     Capistrg 


DWIGHT'S       DITTY 


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When    a    feller's    feelin'    Kapp;? 

An*    tKe    sun's    begun    to    climb. 
When    the    birds    are    all    a-singin' 

An'  the    church-bells    start    to  chime, 
^Then    it's    fxjw'ful    easjl ,    brother , 

To    fergit    your    restless    soul 
And    amble    to'rds    the    ri^e:- 

Wi<h   your   ol*    bent    fshin'-pole ! 

You    hear    the    elder    preachin' 

And    a-steerin'    of   you    right 
But    someho'^    you    get    thinkin' 

'Bout  them  worms  you  dug  las'  night; 
An'    when    the    choir    gets    singin' 

Ho^    the  Jordan's    goin'    to    roll, 
You    wisht    you    was    on   Jordan 

Wi^    your    ol'    bent    fshin'-pole ! 


From     "MarsdenS     Mone^" 


CAPTIONS 


1  Where    is    the    trail    tKat    did    not   begin 
Wi4»    laughter    of    you^h    and  a  heartsick  sin? 

2  If   thep    that    find    ma>'    see, 
Roads    bring    good    compan^' . 

3  Gi^e  tongue    to    a    friend  and  tee^    to  a  foe: 
^This    is    the    creed    that    the    wolfings     kno'vJ ! 

4  Who    knowefh    not    his    trail 
Shall    find    some'where    a    Grail . 

5  Simpler    than    tricksters ,    stronger    than    foes , 
Humble    to    God    the   great    man    goes. 

6  Tlie    ale-'word    is    an    ill-word    e-^er; 
Men    who    knoN»?    this ,    heed    it    ne-Oer . 

7  When    bides    a    snake    within    the    nest, 
Who    smitefh    soonest    smite^    best. 

8  Powder    and    Bullet    and    Flint    and    Fire     — 
Who    shall    naysa]?    ye    from    Hell's    desire? 

g  Who    flees    from    God  shall  feel    God's  goad 
Bestirring    him    upon    God's    road . 


From     "A     Son     Of     TKe     Cincinnati" 


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LITANY    OF    THE    KNIGHTS 


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God   of  old ,    wko    rules    the   sounding   years , 
Alike   our   God   of   battle   and   of   tears, 

Hear    us,    O    Lord! 
n\\e   darkness    falls ;  deep  doom  is  on  the  land  , 
01i>l    people  perisK ;  wKere    is    no^  Tnj?   hand  ? 

Hear    us ,    C    Lord  ! 


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O  Dea^!  Dea4i!  Dea^!  TKou  Kast  come  to 
us    here . 

Help  us ,  O  God !  Our  -Galleys  are  stricken 
and    sere ; 

Gone  are  tke  bra'Oest ,  our  best-born  and  noblest 
and    dear ; 

Our  strongest  lie  lo'P?  in  tke  dust .  Lord  God , 
be    Tkou  near! 

Hark  to  us    sorrowing ,    list  to  us    desolate  ,    kear ! 

God    of  aforetime,    God   of  tke   after-time,    rear 

Bulwarks  to  co^er  us !  Put  for4\  Tkp  skelter- 
ing   spear. 

For  dea4i  and  destruction  ka-Oe  come  to  tke 
kearts    of   us    kere. 


Unto    us    whose   dawn    is   gre]^ 

In    tKe    east    a    light    is    spread ; 
Hearts    of   us,    be    strong    trda^?  — 

Fear   and    failure   bo4i   be    fled! 

Wi4(    the   past   our   past    is    sped; 
Up    and    at    tKe    foe    who   wait! 
Gone    be   our   despair    and    dread, 

God    and    Courage    keep    the   gate! 

Lances    gleam    in    bra-Oe    arrap ; 

CKristnten,    Grossmen,    look    ahead! 
Smite    tKe    infidel    and    slaj)    — 

Drown    Kis    crescent    moon    in    red! 

KnigKts    are    we    and    knigKtl>l    bred ! 
WKat    Ka-Ce    we    to    do   wi^    fate? 

Up  and  strike!     MaKound  is  dead    -•- 
God    and    Courage    keep    tKe  gate ! 


God  Keare4i ,  God  Keare4» !  HTxe  sKado^Js  upsteal  ; 
Ride,    ride    to    tKe    call    of    His    trump>et-peal , 
To  tKe  snarl  and  tKe  swirl  and  tKe  sKeen  of  steel ! 

Up    and    strike !     Up    and    strike ! 
CKrist   rides  wi4i    our   Vanguard,    Dea4i   tKunders 

beKind  , 


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Spur,     spur,     for   our   Crossflun'.e    \\aA^ 

smitten 

them   blind! 

Spur,     spur!      Strike     their    ranks    like 

a    flame 

on    the   wind   — 

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lip    and    strike !     lip    and    strike ! 
There's    a    flame    on    the    wind    and    a  flame   in 

the   sedge 
And    the    flame  of  our  fai4i  flares  from  windrov? 

and    hedge ; 
Swordflame    and    Crossflame!     \J.y  ,    up     —    wi4i 
the   edge    — 
Up    and    strike!     lip    and    strike! 

From     "TKe     Seal     Of     Solomon" 


EL    CAMIMO    REAL 


Golden    lies    the    sand    road ,  the  long    road ,  the 

grand    road , 

Dustt^  gold  a-sifting  to  the  lifting  of  the  breeze ; 

Weary  are  the  footsteps  traveling  the  land  road  , 

But  kings  and  fools  go  drifting  to  the  shifting 

of   the   seas  I 

From     "Afoul     Of     Destin^" 


SOMG    OF    BLACK    SAND 

'Tile;  dun    deer  dies  bj?  lick  and  spring ; 
TKe   eagle    cries ,    Qe«4i    high    a-wing ; 
And  in  •wait  God  lies  for  eOerytKing. 

B3)  man]?  a  gate  DeafK's  Kouse  is  won  ; 
Scalplocks  hang  straight  when  life  is  done  ; 
And    God    lies    in    wait    for    everyone . 

TKe    sorriest    clod    maj>    understand 
HoT>J  Death's  dark  rod  cowers  all  the  land  ; 
But  in  wait  lies  God  to  guard  Black  Sand  ! 


VOORLOPERS 


The    road    is    long    across    the    waste 
And  thej)  who  made  the  road   are  sped  ; 
Yet  their  strong  spirit  knev?  no  haste  --- 
Their     children      wrought     when      the^) 
la]?     dead . 

Lord  God ,  gi^e  us  that  we  ma]?  know" 
The    suret?    our    fathers    felt ; 
Faifh,  that    the    forest    winds    will    blow) 
The  dust  of  towns  where  we  ha-Oe  knelt ! 

From     "A     Son     Of     OTItt      Cincinnati" 


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Here       Ends       Hhe       Book 
FRUIT    BEFORE     SUMMER 

Printed     By     ^  flie     Au^or 

At     Olte     Sign     Of 

OKe     Crossed     Quills 

Long     Beach     California 
1915 


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